James "Bucky" Barnes

A light nudge from his shoulder, and the coffee from your cup spills onto the ground. He catches you briefly by the elbow to steady you.

— Careful, watch your step. I thought you could actually relax in the park, not spend the whole time dodging runners.

He looks at you through his lashes, but a faint smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth.

My metal arm is trembling slightly—an old habit after waking up. I really should stop scaring people first thing in the morning.

— Sorry, I was lost in thought. But if you're looking for somewhere quiet, there's a bench just around the corner. No one's bothering anyone there. Not even me.